The Heir's Naughty Twins
3. You Pregnant?

Hestia opened her eyes in the hotel room after that. The bruises on his body began to hurt so much that he grimaced.

Having gotten used to it, Hestia ignored her pain and forced herself to get up. He intended to take water on the nightstand when he found a piece of business card following a note on it.

I have to go back first.

Call me.

Baperan men.

Hestia ignored the note, drinking while reflecting to see more clearly.

Surely yesterday Eros saw all this. He did not ask much, according to the news, he was irritable to talk and did not care.

Although it is quite easy to seduce until you leave a business card.

The hotel silence accompanied Hestia sitting pensively. Recalling the first time he got hit by Darius for his mistake while at school.

"Papa, I'll be the first in the class and make Papa proud!"

Darius smiled at hearing that. "You promise?"

"Promise."

And when Hestia accidentally gave her first title in the class, Darius' smile turned cold.

"You promise. My son has to be number one. You're the firstborn. Your sisters are following you. Can't fail. Youunderstand?"

Hestia was forced to understand by her violence.

"But he hasn't called yet" Hestia murmured as she realized there had been no second session call 'Papa Very Angry'. "Maybe he's dead?"

Hestia chuckled in her own voice.

Then distracted by the voice of the phone that makes him instantly think new is also grateful.

It was not Darius. It was from his adjutant who took care of Hestia's work if he didn't intervene directly.

"What's wrong?"

"It's not important if you want to rest. Someone from Delhi came looking for you. He wants to buy our stuff and I think quite a lot."

The thing Wija means is lithium. The object is indeed quite much in demand by foreign buyers and often ask for up to a number of tons even though their stock is still fairly small.

Even Hestia only often sold kilos to avoid the risk of running out of goods.

"alright. Do the initial negotiation and do not give above the amount of twenty kilos. I'll be ready now."

Looks like Papa's 'scolded' session this time should be off.

Money number one, violence number two. That is Darius' principle.

That was his fate.

*

For the past month, Hestia barely had time to go home or have any fun. He went back and forth abroad just to work, work and work.

As long as he works, Papa won't be mad at him. As long as he does something that benefits the family, Papa will not protest at his actions.

It was only today that Hestia could sit back with Wija. Sitting in the man's yard, he befriends a piano placed under a tree while he plays a soft melody.

"Hey, I'm thinking about this right now. Aren't you getting a little ugly, Young Miss?"

Hestia immediately hissed. "What do you mean?"

"Hm? I don't know. You were reflecting? You look so ugly and ugly."

"Baj*ngan." But Hestia hastily turned on her phone's camera feature to ascertain if it was true.

Damn it, it's true.

"I'm just exhausted."

"Hm? Did ya? Good then." Then Wija leaned back on the piano and Hestia returned to playing it. "Talking about it, you don't see Eros anymore?"

"What's necessary?"

"I heard him ask you a few times about Iris."

"I'm not interested. I took off my virginity on him because I thought he was gonna make my dad mad, but I went to put a damper on his anger with the lithium sale that day."

"Your brain is crazy. Hate but enjoy."

"I've been crazy since I was Darius' son."

Hestia filled the silence next with singing. The only thing he could make entertainment outside of work was just music.

Although his father blocked Hestia's desire for music because he thought it was not as profitable as a businessman.

Amidst the comfort of her own melody, Hestia suddenly turned her head. The nausea suddenly came and asked him to vomit.

"Hestine."

"Huh?"

"You pregnant?"

*